The river wind gusted, blowing his words ethereal.

Auntie suspected that she had misheard.

"What did the husband say, how could I take advantage of you?"

Yan Shuheng didn't answer for a long time, and looked at Auntie for a long time, looking forward to her next reaction.

Is it fear, or is it weakness?

Or what memories will be brought back?

But after a few moments of confrontation, he changed his mind.

"Nothing."

The young man's voice was softer: "Are you still afraid of falling?" As he spoke, he made a gesture to let go.

Only then did Auntie remember her situation, how could she care about anything else, hurriedly grabbed his shirt, and nodded honestly.

"I'm afraid, I'm scared!"

It's just that she doesn't understand, listening to the serious tone of his words, he doesn't seem to be teasing, but has the solemnity of teaching scriptures.

Did he have other intentions?

When he was worried, he only heard the young man explain: "In fact, there is no cliff behind you, the mountain is gentle, there are many plants and trees, even if you fall, you will not have to worry about your life." ”

"Huh?" Ah Ji was stunned, the sound of the river slapping on the stones below was so real, "Could it be that I heard it wrong?" ”

"Hmm." Yan Shuheng glanced faintly at the craggy cliff below, hugged her steadily, and his face became more and more dignified.

"You are afraid, so you feel it, just like when you go up the mountain, the steps are clearly not high, and there are railings on both sides to protect you, but you are too afraid of blindness, so you feel like climbing Shu Road and climbing the ladder."

"So what?"

Auntie doesn't seem to understand, it's not that she doesn't understand the truth he said, but she doesn't understand his intentions.

"So, don't be afraid." He answered coldly.

is the same as the cold face in Auntie's memory, indifferent but serious. She was skeptical, made a very agreeing look, and nodded teachably: "No...... Gone? ”

He said coldly, "It's gone." ”

Auntie realized: "It turns out that my husband is here to help me dispel my fear, which is really well-intentioned." ”

It turns out that he pressed her to the side of the railing and scared her like a quail, not in anger to retaliate, but with good intentions to help her dispel her fear?

What about the crooks?

But Auntie didn't show it on her face: "I'm really not as afraid of height as I was at the beginning, can my husband let me go now?" ”

He chuckled: "Still afraid?" ”

Auntie lowered her head: "It's not that I'm afraid, it's that my husband hugged me too tightly, and the back of my waist was hurt by the railing." ”

It was just an excuse for her to talk casually, but as soon as she finished speaking, Auntie realized their current posture.

His hand was still firmly holding her waist, probably because he was afraid that she would really fall, and his hand was very hard, and the soft and thin waist seemed to be about to be choked.

Although the upper body is separated by a punch, the lower body is tightly together, and even each other's figures can be felt very really......

Even though Auntie doesn't know who is going on, she also knows that this gesture is too ambiguous, and her ears can't help but feel hot.

"It was my negligence." Lang Jun, who was close to her, also noticed it, stiffened slightly, hugged her waist, and the two reversed their positions, took her away from the edge of the pavilion and then let go.

Before and after, she didn't even have the time to drink tea, but Auntie seemed to have gone through a reincarnation.

Her legs were all out of strength, but in order not to make him feel that he was a rotten wood head, he had to recreate what Fang Cai had done, so he had to pretend to stand calmly in the pavilion, facing the river breeze, and make Mount Tai collapse on the top without changing his appearance, and smiled lightly: "The river breeze is comfortable, I finally know why those literati and ink writers..., heroes and heroes, all love to come here to look at the railing." ”

Yan Shuheng leaned against the railing, put her hand down at will, smiled at her stiff calmness, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Since you like it, I will take you to climb more in the future, okay?" ”

The corners of Auntie's mouth stiffened, and her calmness seemed to have been lightly knocked by a sharp stone, cracking a gap.

That's it, let's keep an account first, there will always be a chance to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth in the future, so she turned to concentrate on blowing.

The wind on his face warmed up, and the wind brought the song of the fishermen, who came out early, and when the sun rose, and the fishermen came out to work.

Auntie listened quietly.

The song is: "Longtou flowing water, flowing away from the mountain." Remembering my body, floating in the wilderness......"

The song was melancholy, blowing the war and displacement thousands of miles away to Shangyong County, which was still peaceful for the time being, and the fishing boats floating on the river were also like pieces of duckweed, floating from the troubled times, lonely.

Among the many boats was a humble boat, and the boatman was paddling his oars towards a river sandwiched between cliffs.

In the cabin, a man with deep eyebrows was pounding medicine, and there was an ink-clothed man beside him sitting against the window, probably injured, and his face was bloodless.

Moyi Langjun is about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The eyebrows and eyes are clean and handsome that is unique to young people, but his expression is calm and calm beyond his age, which makes him pale, but not less arrogant.

It's prohibitive.

He was looking into the distance.

His gaze is cold, but he is very focused.

The man was curious, and leaned over from time to time to look: "Yo, I look like a person from a distance, and I dragged the blind girl up the mountain in the middle of the day, and the little girl didn't obey, and he still wanted to push people off the cliff, it's really rampant, no,"

The man looked fixedly: "That girl is combing the woman's hair in a bun!" Tsk, these scholars are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, what do they say is noble, don't they also forcibly take people's wives? ”

Lang Jun's gaze on the side became more and more awe-inspiring.

The man sighed improperly: "It's a pity that most of our people have been broken, and the little master has added new injuries in order to save me, otherwise we will work together to snatch that beauty back to you as a wife!" ”

That Lang Jun glanced at the man lightly, and frost froze between his eyebrows.

Although the man was more than ten years older than him, he was so seen that the side of his neck was cold, and he was busy silencing medicine.

The east wind gusted on the river, sending away the fishing boats coming and going, and also sending a burst of refreshment.

In the pavilion on the river, young men and women are still standing in the wind, and the young man is long, gentle and calm. The girl is slim and elegant, like a hibiscus in the water, with a natural rhyme, and the green silk and blindfolded cloth strips behind her flutter in the wind, as if she wants to feather and ascend to the immortal.

Halfway up the mountainside stone steps.

Chuanyun looked up boredly, and said with a smile: "In a high position, the beauty is on the side, and the world is happy." Not to mention, Lang Jun and the assassin's woman are quite a good match. ”

Breaking the fog didn't answer his words.

Chuanyun thought to himself, the assassin with a similar voice to Lang Jun assassinated Lang Jun, and Lang Jun used this similar voice to keep the assassin's wife by his side, and couldn't help but sigh: "This is really a bad fate!" ”

In the distance, the fishing song is being sung to the point of pathos.

"Longtou is flowing water, and the sound is whimpering."

"Looking at Qinchuan from afar, the heart and liver are cut off......"

Auntie listened attentively.

She knows that she is young and narrow-minded, and now she also sees her own safety as the last thing, she has not experienced the ups and downs of the world, and she is far from being able to claim to have the world in mind.

It's just that listening to the song today, there was a sense of melancholy in my heart for no reason, and I whispered in a ghostly voice: "The willows in the south of the Yangtze River are still green today, where is the peony in Luoyang......"

Yan Shuheng turned his head to look at her.

"Have you been to Luoyang?"

Auntie shook her head decisively: "I haven't been there, I only heard that Luoyang seems to be the old capital of the previous dynasty?" ”

Yan Shuheng once argued that Luoyang was speechless when he was young, and he thought he was good at arguing.

At this moment, there is a thorn in the throat.

After a long time, he said lightly: "It is indeed the old capital." ”

Now the country is still there, but most of the territory of the Central Plains has been lost, the clans have crossed south, and the capital has changed from Luoyang to Chang'an, and then to Jiankang. Although it has left a national name of "Great Zhou", it can only be reluctantly called "Southern Zhou", what is the benefit of the previous dynasty?

Auntie listened to his words and sighed.

Since she woke up, she has forgotten all about the past, including her past knowledge, and only instinct remains.

There are not many people around me who can be contacted, and occasionally I know two or three things about the current situation from a few words from others, and I probably know that today's capital is Jiankang, and the country name is "Zhou".

I don't know why, when I mentioned Luoyang today, I was unconsciously stunned, maybe it was the hidden pain in the heart of every Da Zhou person, or perhaps, her past was related to Luoyang.

Knowing that Luoyang had become the "old capital", she couldn't help but subconsciously want to avoid it, and intuitively felt that if she was connected with Luoyang in the past, it would not be a pleasant memory nine times out of ten.

They each blew the river breeze silently, Yan Shuheng turned his head to look at the girl who was as far away from the railings on all sides as possible, and laughed silently: "Since you are afraid of heights, let's go back." ”

Auntie is like being amnesty, and the whole person is like a flower branch that is about to be dried suddenly in the rain, and she is alive.

She suppressed her excitement and said gently, "Okay." ”

When going down the steps, Auntie was afraid that he would let her overcome her fear again, so she preemptively said: "After my husband just mentioned it, I am much less afraid in my heart, but,"

Yan Shuheng looked at her with a smile: "Just how?" ”

She said sincerely: "I want to hold my husband's hand, I like the feeling of holding hands with my husband......"

After saying that, she herself was first aroused by the words of this husband and wife.

The person beside her was very useful, holding her wrist.

"Let's go."

Auntie let him lead, this time without the sleeve, the thick calluses of the man's fingertips covered her wrists, occasionally rubbing them intentionally or unintentionally, bringing a rough itch.

It feels weird.

.

After tossing for a long time, I finally returned to the small courtyard.

Later, her husband didn't go out again, and after a meal, he stayed to sit with her in the courtyard, and Auntie was surprised: "Aren't you leaving?" ”

Yan Shuheng said lightly: "Is this because I disturbed your purity and wanted to drive me out of the house?" ”

Auntie hurriedly defended: "My husband is rarely at home, it's too late for me to be flattered, how can I drive people away?" ”

There was a smile in the tone of the person on the other side: "That is to blame me for having a lot of errands and neglecting my wife." ”

Auntie grabbed the hem of his clothes and acted as a complaining woman: "Husband, you also know......" Then waved her hand generously, "But you are also working hard for this family, how can I, as a wife, not know?" I beg you to always think of me when you are outward. ”

Although she has not been a wife for a long time, she has already mastered this considerate and resentful tone. was secretly smug, and his shoulder was suddenly gently pushed by him.

Auntie was caught off guard and collapsed on the recliner.

He had never been like this before, and now he hugged him so ambiguously by the river, like opening an intimate gate,

She shrank back, blushing, and said, "You...... This is still in broad daylight, what does the husband want to do? ”